暖冬cool夏
這裏一年四季溫暖如春，沒有酷暑沒有嚴寒......
My backyard is small. Blocked by the house on the side and from the back, the backyard receives little sunlight in the winter. When the day lengthens, and summer comes, the sun finally sheds some hours of much-awaited light upon the yard, one side in the morning and the other in the afternoon. The avocado tree, sprouted from a seed more than seven years ago, grows tall now and almost reaches to the neighbor’s two-story roof. My husband, who does not like such a tall, leafy but fruitless tree to stand in the way, gave out the ultimatum that the tree would have to be cut if it is still infertile this year. When hundreds and thousands of flowers blossomed this spring, my hope roused in me, and burgeoned when the tips of withered flowers were replaced by tiny buds. But much to my chagrin, the tiny buds fell to the ground one after another. With a diminishing hope one day, I searched hard, high and low, like an old man holding a magnifying glass, stopping at almost every tip of branches. When I was about to give up in despair, a green oval avocado hidden under thick leaves came to my eyes. I later pointed it in excitement to my husband, whose jokingly comment of its bearing the “only son” laughed away the idea of cutting the tree. (Today I found another avocado, making it two now:)
Similarly, the passion fruit was also nurtured from a tiny seed three years ago when my co-worker gave me the fruits from her mom’s backyard. I planted them randomly, and from all the younglings, the healthiest one was then selected and moved next to a flower stand. Within two years, the vines run wild and abundantly all over the places, not just heavily over the arched flower stand that they are supposed to be, but also invading the avocado tree close by, the wall and even the neighbor’s eaves. As a matter of fact, the madness agitated me. One day, as I pruned aggressively the branches, a beautifully blooming flower, hanging quietly by the window, stunned me. It was a circle shaped flower with purple color in the base, and white pedals and thread-like curly hair extending evenly outward. From that time on, my attention was directed more to the newcomer each time I entered the backyard. I was overjoyed a few days ago at the sight of bell-shaped green fruits hanging along the vine, reminding me of small light bulbs strung on a line at Christmas time.
Added to the backyard beauty are the bushes of black berry. Though in winter, they are bare and thorny, they have been the most productive fruit, or, in other words, the only fruit from our backyard for years. June is its best season when the ripening berries turn black and sof in sequence. Pick one and put it in the mouth, it melts instantly, with the sweetness lingering there for a while. Before long, you would peer into the bushes again for another one.
The joy of seeing fruits- bearing succeeded after withering flowers is so immense that it surpasses the beauty of flowers. It promises a new life, and being fruitful is always what we yearn for in life.
沒救了。又是周末了，我手好些了，但還不能用力。祝暖mm花好月圓！
我的一棵牛油果樹3年了，也不見結果，我家LD也說，再不結果要砍樹，被我堅決反對，哈哈！
不過，也期盼它快快結果，不然小命難保：））
泡水喝
Wish your tree's yield grow exponentially from now on ;-)
And when selling the house, make sure your agent include the tree's value and future growth potential in the price ;-)))
厲害，佩服，老軍醫的感覺啊。周末快樂。:))
喜歡有著滿滿的溫情和愛的暖冬的文。
你的出水有磐石似的情愛
我像是從夢裏又走入夢中
你的出水有磐石似的情愛
我像是從夢裏又走入夢中
忘記從夢裏醒轉
了解了我們生命的戀愛
看見這時候情愛的人生
都在春的夢裏
我將生在太陽裏的光明
什麽時候你再回來安居
—— 小冰 2018.6.10
我們家後院有一英畝，可是我什麽也種不好~~
我家門口，放了個不大的water fountain, 氣候變暖，蜂鳥兒等等每天光顧，家貓兒則躲著不遠的地方守株待兔撲殺上門的鳥兒，每月都會有所斬獲。